Back in the days we were all factory workers. There was no TV. No radio. No Internet.

We were only surrounded by people that were factory workers. Our parents were factory workers. Our siblings were factory workers. Our friends were factory workers. You. Me. Everyone was a factory worker.

And only a small fraction of people (maybe 0.1%) were factory owners.

Back in the days you could only own a factory if your family already owned one or you were rich and so on. That was at least the general understanding back then. You couldn't own a factory unless you were rich. Period.

And then the factory was replaced by offices. All of a sudden the factory worker disappeared. More and more opportunities opened up. You could be everything you ever imagined. Everybody could become a CEO. A lawyer. A scientist. A factory owner. Whatever. You name it. Wonderful world!

And then came the radio. Then the TV. Then the PC. And then the Internet.All of a sudden we were surrounded by people that seemed to be happy. Living the life.

We see them on TV every day. We read about them in the newspapers every day. They constantly fill our Facebook feeds. They seem a lot smarter than us. More intelligent. And most importantly, they are mostly very good looking.

All of a sudden everybody seemed brilliant and beautiful. And successful. With lots of money. Gone were the days of the factory workers. Hellas!Internet superstars appeared. The glorified super entrepreneur was born.

Ultra rich CEOs saving the world. People making billions and billions, while we're still stuck earning a shitty salary, barely enough to keep body and soul together.

And then, being constantly bombarded with all of these self made people something really strange happened. We started to hate ourselves. What started to eat us alive wasn't jealousy. No. Absolutely not. It was us hating ourselves.

We started to hate our lazy asses. We started to hate ourselves for not getting our asses up from that damn couch. For not taking action.

We started to hate ourselves for being a lazy wimp that doesn't take any risk. For staying at that job that allows us to only make enough money to get by.

And then at some point we start to hate our jobs, whereas in reality we hate ourselves. We hold our jobs responsible for our own little failure. Our failure of taking a risk. Of breaking out. Of taking action.

And that's why so many people hate their jobs. You prefer to take the easy route. You. Me. We all prefer to blame someone else (or our jobs) for our own misery...